When Trisha Writes

How’d Shrek get involved?

Some nights are funny, but we don’t mean “funny” in a funny way. We mean odd, uncomfortable, different, confusing and the-like. On one hand U have the trusted soul u thought would not take things further do just that. On the other hand, U have theperson U thought enjoyed you but then you realized it was not as well as U actually thought it to be. Then, there’s the newcomer. Someone else to focus on in a while. All the while U r brainwringing your head about the words to that darned Creed song singing, “What’s the life for…”

Is this such a bad thing, all of these that were just mentioned? Yes, things could be worse. I’ve sat in the ER for two days straight waiting on an answer that never filled the end of my question. I’ve cried as my only mode of transportation drove away. I’ve given a dead body a tissue filled with the tears I cried for him all the while asking, “If you could have just waited a little while longer!?”

Shrek mentioned someone special in his life who tried to eat him. Are we all just a bunch of Shreks who were once threatened by the possibility of being eaten by someone we know? Or, are we more posed to be eaten by a total stranger? Life sucks. We all know that. But, what makes it better? And, is it just a bandaid, that “better”, that’s waiting to be ripped off to reveal a scar?